he's lump !

i have stood here before inside the pourin' rain with the world turnin' circles runnin' 'round my b r a i n !

[scveferris]

“ well i mean whisky. vodka’s kind of a mutual thing. ”

[ressurexted]

“ does she casually drink, or..— “

[aiakcs]

“ talk it out and hope for the best ? i mean, m’definitely not the BEST at conflict resolution but i heard that bein’ vocal with your emotions helps with communication and trust—— i saw it on dr.phil. ”

[ressurexted]

“ talk it out..— what kind of lame ass bullshit.. who even are you? ”

[regulusii-blog]

“steal away all her tampons— stealth revenge.”

[ressurexted]

“ that’s just..— gross. ”

[pallcs]

     ❛ okay, gross. honestly, i’d say dump a pile of actual live snakes into her tent so she knows what kinda’ fake thing she pulled. ❜

[ressurexted]

“ live snakes? that’s fuckin’ cruel. what if one bites her rat ass? ”

[lilromy-blog]

“isn’t she with aiakos? that’s punishment enough, trust me. what is it called again? a self drag?”

[ressurexted]

“ why the fuck am i finding out of all of this shit about her from other people? ” first the alcohol now a boyfriend? this is worse. “ who’s kos? what kind of a name is that? ”

[ofcivy]

“ i’m just saying—she doesn’t seem like the kind of girl to just push someone in the lake for no good reason but i could be mistaken. wouldn’t be the first time. ”

[ressurexted]

“ yeah, you must not know eleanor very well, then. ” the last statement catches him late and he visibily deflates, shoulders sinking as he ducks his head. “ ivy. ”

[ofcivy]

“ i’m sure you deserved it so i’m not going to help you get back at her. ”

[ressurexted]

“ and what has you making that assumption? ” supposes he’ll take the casual approach.

[scveferris]

“ yes — pour rat poison in her vodka. works every time. ”

[ressurexted]

“ ..— vodka ? ”

[ressurexted]

“ yes, my fucking baby sister pushed me into the lake when i wasn’t ready. need an idea on how to get her back, anything is better than nothing. got something for me? ”

[fvkeleanor-blog]

a work in progress. she can feel the anger once again bubbling inside of her, threatening to surface once again. she closes her eyes only for a moment, coaxing it back down with the thought that even if he isn’t clean, he’s still there. but the thought of him NOT being there still lingers. she heaves a heavy sigh, eyes opening to rest on him. “ i don’t want to fight either. i just—i worry a lot. i don’t want to actually lose you. not now. ” she’s looking at him then, really looking at him and taking in the full image of his tired demeanor. she’s sighing again, crossing her arms over her chest. “ when did you get here ? do you even have somewhere to stay ? ”

[ressurexted]

he knows that even his presence ways heavy on her, even the thought of him. the thought of him doing things that he knows she doesn’t want him to do. it’s imminent to him that it’s time to change, knows that he needs to stop tormenting his body, the people that love him. ( or the person. ) but it’s so much easier to realize than to do. nathaniel nods once, ducks his head in a sheepish fashion. “ i know, el. and you aren’t going to lose me. i promise you. nothing is going to get in the way of me being here for you. ” her question caches him off guard and he wishes he didn’t have to answer, knows she’s going to worry about him. doesn’t want to be more of a burden than he already is. “ y’know, just staying around. ”

[scveferris]

experimentation, the boy sighed in dull nostalgia. he has done a lot of that during his prepubescent years, a lot that would give him questions more than answers, which is the point of it all. “ yeah, those. they’re more like experiences more than ideas, though. but yeah, i guess it’s the same thing, like summed up—questioning life choices, questioning religion and personal beliefs, questioning friendships and loves as you experience them..– and y’know, meaningless shit like that.” he shrugged the rest of this question off, believing he gave him a solid answer. his eyes would glance at him every few seconds; he didn’t know why but that guy felt too familiar for ferris to get comfortable with. 

[ressurexted]

he laughs softly, still not comfortable but supposes he should act like he is for conversation’s sake. “ meaningless shit — true. ” nate shrugged his shoulders before rolling them back, whole body feeling stiff and aching. “ never questioned my life choices, religion, or friendships, though. love interest.. — that’s a whole ‘nother universe, man. ” wonders for a moment if the other is looking at him more than normally, narrows his eyes. “ you okay, dude? ”

[fvkeleanor-blog]

“ i missed you too. fuck, you have NO idea. ” she’s silent then, only tightening the grip she has on her brother at his words. it all feels like a dream and eleanor has the urge to pinch herself just to reassure to herself that it is happening. the past four years had been full of nothing but anger and regret and for the first time, she can finally feel it washing away the longer she’s in his arms. “ wait. ” her voice is quiet and shaky as she pulls away from the hug, hands placed on his chest. it’s a question she doesn’t want to ask him, a question she shouldn’t have to ask her own brother but yet, it seemed as if it was a common theme that plagued her life. “ are you, uh—are you CLEAN ? ”

[ressurexted]

he knew that the conversation was going to turn this way, relief wouldn’t be so sweet for long. nate swallows thickly, knows he can’t lie to his sister but doesn’t necessarily want to tell the truth, either. “ work in progress. ” knows it would be good for him, knows he NEEDS too, but hasn’t necessarily stopped at all. nathaniel knows that he’s going to be disappointed, going to look up at him with those fucking eyes. “ please don’t start. i don’t want to fight, el. can’t we just have ONE good moment? ” raises a hand to rub his eyes tiredly — feels like he hasn't slept in days, probably hasn't.

[lilmissrose]

“ of course ! the guy that runs the place, frank, he looks rough but he’s a sweetheart. you new here? people are so rude, in america everyone says hi to you. ” 

[ressurexted]

“ all the rough types tend to be huge teddy bears underneath the grisly exterior. ” he laughs softly, nodding to answer her question. “ that’s true. you’ve been pretty friendly, though. ” he offers her a hand, easy smile on his lips. “ i’m nathaniel. ”

[sincerelyrizzo]

‘’you’re setting yourself up for a challenge now, you know that, right?’’ she questioned with a grin. ‘’it’s bexley– the ball’s in your hands again now.’’ the girl continued, walking over to her front door to unlock it before throwing it open. ‘’a purebred shepherd named nathaniel or nate, i approve. what do you understand under one hell of a tour, hm? i’ll make sure it’ll live up to your standards.’’ 

[ressurexted]

“ good thing i love challenges. ” he offers her a slick smile, oozing ignorance, holds a lush quality. should be knocked off of his fucking face if she knows what’s good for her. “ unique name. ” nathaniel laughs quietly, shaking his head as he follows her into what is going to be his new home, hopefully. “ use your imagination, sweetheart. ″

[scveferris]

“ ah, drugs. ” he slowly nodded in recognition. of course, it’s drugs. he’s been in london for a year now, and drugs seemed to be a recurring theme in his current life. “ i don’t know. ” he shrugged, grinning at his own idea of a poison. it’s alerting that he’s at ease & peace with his own past; something that he shouldn’t be. “ lots of people have weird addictions, y’know. poisons? they’re plenty—mine was alcohol. ” he lied. alcohol was a habit, but not a poison. “ – well, mostly questionable ideas, but yeah. if we’re talking substance. ” 

[ressurexted]

the grin makes him feel uncomfortable, doesn’t like the look of it on the stranger in front of him. puts him off, makes him feel uneasy, almost sick. “ yeah, okay. weird addictions. ” nate wonders if he’s putting it on to thick, forces himself to physically relax in the others presence. “ elaborate. questionable ideas, huh? i’m sure we’ve all had our fair share of those. teenage angst, first loves, experimentation and whatnot. ”

[fvkeleanor-blog]

“ you came here for ME? ” it’s quiet and breathless, unsure if she’s even heard him right. her features finally soften, the anger slowly washing away. she’s rushing forward then, throwing her arms around him. it could backfire, she thinks. he could still be mad at her but it’s not something she lets herself think about because she NEEDS to be close to him—even just for a second. she lets herself revel in the comfort only for a moment before speaking. “ i could never hate you. that’s impossible. i’m mad at you but for fuck’s sake, nate. i MISSED you. i thought you were gone. ”

[ressurexted]

“ why else would i be in london, eleanor? ” despite the slight frustration in his voice, his face is soft and open for the first time since they began talking. laughing quietly as she throws herself at him, arms going around her waist, nate buries his face in her neck for the first time in years. his voice is muffled as he speaks, voice thick with emotion that he’s desperately trying to keep at bay. “ missed you so much, didn’t think you’d ever want to see me again. ” he’s clutching at her tightly, afraid to let go. afraid, in fact, was all he ever seemed to be. “ i’m not gone, i’m not going anywhere. i’m here for you, el. whatever you need, whenever or wherever you need me. i’m there. ”

[fvkeleanor-blog]

“ i don’t know, maybe. not trying is one of your finer qualities. ” it’s said with a rather nonchalant shrug. she figures that’s the thing about love. the different kinds of love she held for her older sibling and her ex—it’s never enough. a deep sigh emits from deep with in her lungs, head shaking. “ so you’re here in london for absolutely no reason other than to be here? why don’t i believe that. god can’t any of you just tell me the TRUTH for once. ”

[ressurexted]

he stilled, looking up at her with furrowed eyebrows. “ was that a serious statement? all i’ve ever done is fucking try for you. ” the statement hurts more than he’s willing to show, figures his pride is already hurt enough. no reason to keep the facade up. “ you want the truth, el? ” nate takes a step forward, sick of the distance between them, wants to hug his stupid baby sister. “ the truth is that i spent months trying to get the money just to come here, relied on strangers kindness just to stay alive so that i could see you again. so that i could— “ he struggles for words, bringing a hand up to rub his face tiredly. “ —so that i could find out for myself why exactly you hated me, okay? that’s the truth. ”